USB

USB Lyrics

No habla ingles
Want yo Punani
Right on my chinny chin chin
Bottom of bottle be my destination
Im needing yo help and it starts wit a sip
Roll up joint to begin in the mornings
I gotta start smoking before I get in
Tryna stay Siamese for all my twins
Stay in Chicago the city of winds
I'm feeling yo connection baby
Tryna see where USB
Got me feeling different lately
Burn me up like HIV
Good thing this be fire
Way that I'm rapping make old heads retire
How they gon match up to niggas inspired
By niggas before em I'm bout to go higher
Than ever seen
Staying locked in and forget they key
Till no distractions I be keep it keen
Latest fashion I be keeping it clean
And fresher than apple that's picked off the tree
Just me and baby like we Adam and Eve
Niggas moving more faker than weave
I swear I don't get it
Cause why keep on hating just give em the credit
Most of these niggas be deep in they debt
Deep in my pockets like I was a threat
Niggas be higher than Jupiter Jets
Girls watch me pearl and they pussy get wet
I'm making em damp stain on they sweats
Calling me perfect on cell what they said
She tryna move wit me like this a duet
You moving too thirsty I know I can quench
But I'm needing of space, time go and tell
Falling for me really put you in hell
Cause all that nigga want to do in hale
And maybe get better with rapping as well
Doesn't mean I can't fit little room
To take you there baby do I do
I'm tryna unwrap to eat yo juicy fruit
Should know that stumped like that boa I am groot
Keep you humbled just by calling you cute
Then come around and say baby you fine
Making you chase me to make you embrace me and then you obey me by moving behind
She ask do you miss me I'm telling her maybe she couldn't replace me even if she tried
Making her make my simple design
Could never hate me way I'm hitting her spine
Damn
Niggas be toxic like venom but never admit that they can
Difference from them I can tell you I am
And if you still interested fall in the plan
Don't even know where this shit had began
Supply em wit Steezzy it's easy demands
I'm getting my grants in advance
And maybe wit joints coming wit it
It maybe just makes me enhance
Tell who the greatest by glance
I'm feeling like lance by the way I be making em dance
Power of funk in my hands
Creating the grooviest groove never heard by a band
Only be using one man
I swear I be feeling like sergeant on beats I command
My lyrics be grandest of grand
Tryna extend out the city expand

Writer(s): Jalen Sharp
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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